Taylor Hall Wasn't Happy To See Edmonton Lose, But He Sure Was Glad They Didn't Win

TheScore- Speaking on Sportsnet 590 in Toronto on Thursday, the New Jersey Devils forward commented on what it was like to watch his former team - the Edmonton Oilers - qualify for and win a round in the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and whether he was rooting for them to lose Game 7 against Anaheim.

​"I wouldn't say I wanted them to lose, but it was nice to finally see them maybe get eliminated," Hall admitted.

"It's a tough thing to describe to people. I think there's been enough time that's passed since the trade has happened that you finally just kind of - it is what it is now, and I'm a Devil, and I'm excited to see what we can do next season."

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Despite what an internet coalition of extremely confused Oilers' fans - who have somehow pinned an entire decade of futility on the back of a 25 year old who was one of the few bright spots on a terrible team - might tell you, there is nothing wrong with this response from Taylor Hall. In fact - after having his name sullied all throughout Western Canada -  I encourage this type of spite from a guy who has been casted as the scapegoat in the revisionist version of recent history. 

Obviously I would rather him be taking pleasure in the successes of the New Jersey Devils, but I'm glad he found some solace in the disappointment experienced by a team whose fans decided - upon his unrequested departure - that they didn't appreciate him. I'm happy he went the "I didn't want them to lose, I just didn't want them to fucking win" route. Considering the retrospective rubbish that has been hurled at his reputation, he - at the very least - reserves the right to say "all the best...but not really at all". Hell, I wish he sent them a postseason postcard that said "break a leg, literally".

​Political correctness be damned, because it's nothing more than human nature to want to want limit the goal differential while in the midst of losing a breakup, Plus, you'd be a little vindictive too if the city you proudly busted your ass on behalf of was using hindsight to hold you accountable for not having the transformative talent of someone who quickly became the second-best player in the entire fucking world.